After a whirlwind of movement, who knows how long had passed; when Zhang Xiaohao reappeared, he found himself in a dense mountain forest.
Shaking his dizzy head, Zhang Xiaohao felt a bit better and looked up. Around him, the towering trees stood tall and mighty, each reaching hundreds of feet high. Besides these sky-reaching trees, there were also some mountain peaks.
"Could it be that I've reached the other end of the Ancient Battlefield?" Zhang Xiaohao furrowed his brow and muttered to himself.
He glanced at the equipment on his body and thought, "Mm, very powerful and quite dazzling. Even a fool, upon seeing my gear at a glance, would recognize me as someone of importance and status. The first thought they'd have would be to rob me."
"Sigh! Being too flashy isn't always good! Especially at this moment, being hunted by armies of various tribes, even if a True Immortal descended, they'd have to retire!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a wry smile.
Swish!
